Andrew stared at the garden, hands fidgeting in his lap as the soft glow of fairy lights painted everything in muted golds and blues. The night air was cool, but there was a tension that made his chest tighten, a pull he couldn't ignore. Tina was lying nearby, sprawled comfortably on the picnic blanket, hair spilling like silver fire over the edges, vanilla-mint scent drifting lazily around him. His own honey scent mingled subtly, unnoticed by most humans but maddeningly aware to him. He swallowed, heart hammering.
~Why does it feel like the world has shrunk to just her?~
His mind stuttered, trying to form words, trying to trap feelings that had no neat edges.
~Iwhen she laughs.~
